Declaration to the Universe
By missmfa
Everyday I wake up sick. Just the thought Of being me For another day Makes me cringe. What can I say? I guess I'm weak I cannot Set myself free Except on the way To a binge. I don't believe Verse one or two If I did I would not know How to be and live Like myself The poetry I weave The things that I do Make my Id Change to Ego. I find I deceive Only myself. So everyday I wake up sick And the thought Of being me For another day Makes me cringe. What can I say? I guess I'm weak. Written February 16th, 2002 © on Feb 15 2002 05:50 PM PST, Mildred Achoch 18 • 0 • 10
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